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The good news: Mum arrived safely last night and, when I left for work this morning, she was happily planning how to rearrange my kitchen cupboards.

The bad: Due to a combination of the heat and stupidly reading Rowan 46 before I went to bed, I didn't so much sleep as doze in ten minute increments. Thus this morning I'm shattered and my IBS has been upset, so that I can't keep food in my stomach, I'm feeling icky and feverish and my anti-spasmodics are refusing to stop the cramping. Yes, I am sure that it's IBS rather than a bug.

So, although I've been at work for over an hour, I've only actually been at my desk for fifteen minutes. Today is going to be a loooong day.

Still, Mum and I have some fun stuff planned for the weekend and the weather promises to be a little less stifling tonight so hopefully I'll get some sleep.

When I saw the previews for the Rowan magazine, I wasn't that impressed. But then I looked through it at my LYS on Saturday and I've already spotted at least 4 things that I'd love to make. Shockingly, they aren't in fingering weight wool. Gasp! One of them is even in Cocoon, which is slightly heavier than aran but not actually chunky. Er, that's because this is the autumn/winter magazine and while I still definitely prefer my tiny yarn, some of the designs that I'm lusting after would be beautifully snuggly for the cold weather.

Now I should really go and do some work. Is it time to go home yet?

Kitty antics

In less grumpy, whiny news...

Last night, the cats decided to show off just how crazy they can be for Mum. At first it was just Kate, wandering around look at the ceiling, jumping onto counters and uttering pathetic little meows.

Eventually Mum and I worked out that there was a bug up there, tormenting her by being up there rather than within pawsreach for Kate to catch and play with. Or possibly eat.

She spent a fair bit of the evening perched on the back of my sofa, shouting at the bug.

Eventually Annie decided to see what the fuss was about. Annie loves playing with bugs. And eating them.

She joined Kate on the back of the sofa, looking up at the bug that was on the ceiling (probably waving its pincers and blowing rasberries) and chittering in her funny, talking to the bug way.

They finally gave up on the bug when we turned off the lights and went to bed, rendering the living room too dark to see the bug even with kitty vision. Poor kitties. The bug was totally unco-operative.

I can't believe that they're a year old now!